Chapter 380: A Touch of Romance Beneath the Podium
The annual ball games tournament began.
The campus was bustling with activity, with nearly everyone gathered in the gymnasium awaiting the start of the first badminton doubles match.
Only Mahiro remained in the empty teachers' lounge, preparing to take a short nap.
He wasn't fond of crowded places, so this had become an annual tradition—in previous years, he had even slept at home.
However, upon hearing that the first badminton doubles match featured Asagi and Yuuma, he decided to come anyway.
He planned to slip in to watch a bit once the match started, just to make an appearance and show his support.
But just as he was about to lie down, the classroom door suddenly swung open.
Asagi, dressed in a fitted sailor uniform, barged in, carrying a cute pink nylon bag in her hand.
"Phew... I knew you'd be here."
Spotting him, Asagi spoke as if relieved:
"With all the excitement outside, you're here sleeping. Aren't you planning to watch Yuuma and my match?"
As she spoke, she walked into the classroom, locked the door, and covered the window on the door.
Mahiro naturally heard the commotion but couldn't be bothered to wonder what she was up to. He lifted his head to glance at her before lying back down and said:
"I don't like crowds. As for the match... if it weren't for watching you two, I'd be sleeping at home right now. Besides, isn't the match at nine? It's already eight-thirty. What are you doing in the classroom?
Aren't you worried about being late for the match?"
"So fussy. Of course, I'm here to change into my match clothes."
Asagi spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She casually walked over to the seat next to Mahiro, placed her bag down, unzipped it, and pulled out one piece of clothing after another.
Catching the scent unique to Asagi—something akin to a light perfume—Mahiro couldn't help but lift his head in confusion to look at her.
"Wait, isn't there a dedicated changing room? Why are you changing in the classroom?"
"I know, but... the key to the girls' changing room is with someone, and the door is locked, so I had to come here to change."
For some reason, Asagi seemed oddly guilty as she said this, her cheeks slightly flushed and her gaze shifting, avoiding eye contact with him.
"So, Mahiro-kun, could you step outside for a moment and keep watch by the door? And no peeking, okay."
Perhaps due to exhaustion, Mahiro felt his brain couldn't process whether this was true or false, or maybe he simply couldn't be bothered to question Asagi's words.
Without saying anything, he stood up under Aiba Asagi's watchful gaze.
He walked over to the podium.
Pulled out the chair in front of the teacher's desk, sat down, and slumped over it, muttering in a muffled voice:
"Stepping outside is out of the question. I'm going to lie here and nap for a bit. Change if you want—you can keep an eye on me from here anytime."
Asagi was taken aback by his actions.
Holding a pure white sleeveless polo shirt in her hands, she stood frozen in place, unsure whether to change or not.
She had originally intended to be the first to let Mahiro see her after changing into her competition outfit, but she never expected Mahiro to be so straightforward—couldn't he be a bit more gentlemanly?
The most frustrating part was that she couldn't even say anything about it.
So, with her face flushed red, she clenched her small fists and said to Mahiro in a coquettish tone:
"T-then it's settled, you're not allowed to peek! Otherwise, I'll scream that there's a pervert. If someone comes and catches you red-handed, even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to wash yourself clean, Mahiro-kun."
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."
Mahiro yawned and had already closed his eyes.
To be honest, if he really wanted to peek, why bother going through all that trouble? Even if he hid to the ends of the earth or in a completely sealed room, he could still see everything clearly.
Besides, he genuinely wasn't interested.
And his actions undoubtedly angered Asagi.
Sometimes girls are just like that—the more straightforwardly you agree, the less they want you to do it, as if their left and right brains were fighting each other.
Take Asagi at this moment, for example. She was already doubting her own charm.
Although her looks and figure weren't exactly breathtaking, she was still considered a delicate flower at Saikai Academy, with countless admirers.
Why did it feel like she had no charm at all in Mahiro's eyes?!
And so, Asagi's temper flared up. Carrying her bag, she walked straight to the center of the classroom, right to a spot where she could be clearly seen from the podium.
Then, she took out a pure white sleeveless polo shirt and a shockingly short pure white sports skirt.
Normally, wearing such an outfit would definitely be inappropriate, but for a badminton match…
The level of exposure was on par with tennis attire.
Soon after, there was a rustling sound.
To be honest, no matter how experienced one might be, hearing that sound still made one feel a bit ticklish, and the heart would inexplicably flutter.
Mahiro could even faintly smell the unique, sweet fragrance of a girl lingering in the air.
But he still didn't look up.
After all, he had seen it all before—he was immune.
Not seeing it left more room for imagination.
However, at that moment, Asagi suddenly rushed to the podium, crouching at Mahiro's feet while holding scattered clothes and her bag.
Her pretty face was now filled with panic, her entire face flushed red to the tips of her ears.
She was only wearing a pale yellow bra and pure white panties.
From her chest down, her flat, smooth abdomen and a cute belly button were clearly visible.
And those unusually plump, slender legs were particularly eye-catching.
"Wait, Asagi?! What are you doing?!"
Mahiro's heart began to race uncontrollably, his blood flowing faster and gathering at a certain point.
All because his thigh was suddenly pressed tightly against Asagi's body.
Even through his pants, he could clearly feel the warmth and the fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.
"Shh, be quiet! Someone's coming!"
Asagi whispered this, then hid under the podium's table, pressing her body tightly against Mahiro's.
Her exhaled breath seeped through his clothes and onto his skin.
Her delicate, smooth skin rubbed tightly against his leg.
Mahiro shuddered, his drowsiness mostly gone.
A wave of sweet fragrance washed over him, as if urging him to release something.
Such an intimate scene almost resembled a secretary working for her boss.
Mahiro couldn't help but quietly shift his legs.
"Y-you, don't move around!" Asagi whimpered, her tone both flustered and reproachful.
"I didn't do it on purpose! You're the one who insisted on squeezing in here!" Mahiro whispered in defense.
"This... it's so cramped, what else can I do!" Asagi blushed, her low voice exhaling breath once more.
"..."
Mahiro couldn't help but click his tongue heavily.
At this distance, he could even clearly feel Asagi's heartbeat.
Their current posture was extremely awkward.
Asagi didn't dare lean back, her body almost lying on top of him.
Her hands gripped his ankles, her chest pressing directly against his legs.
Half of her head peeked out from under the podium, constantly on alert toward the classroom door, ready to duck back at any moment.
Yet they couldn't push each other away, the two of them still pressed together in silence.
If anything, Asagi had a slender figure, but the weight of her chest—likely due to years spent sitting in front of a computer—made her completely different from Nagisa Akatsuki or Yukina, exuding an undeniable femininity that couldn't be ignored.
Just as Mahiro was about to say something, the classroom door lock clicked.
Someone could be heard unlocking the door that should have been locked from the inside, with the sound of someone about to enter.
"Could it be the transfer student Yukina? I never expected her to be so enthusiastic about monitoring your work."
Asagi had already steadied herself, freeing one hand to bite her thumbnail as she muttered, her tone still filled with resentment.
She had originally prepared to lock the door, of course, to prevent anyone from disturbing her plans.
"Ah, Father, why did you lock the classroom door? It took me forever to open it."
A familiar, graceful figure walked in—Yuuma, her cute ponytail swaying as she peeked through the classroom door.
Mahiro immediately felt his pants tighten.
It turned out Asagi had once again gripped the hem of his pants with both hands, her expression inexplicably tense.
Mahiro couldn't help but sigh, calmly and helplessly saying:
"Yuuma, how many times have I told you? At school, you should call me by my name. What if someone hears you?"
"Hehe, Father, Yuuma knows she was wrong... and there's no one else in the classroom anyway."
Yuuma playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
After all these years of upbringing, Yuuma was no longer the tomboy from the original story, but more like a proper young lady.
Whether it was her clothing and style, her mannerisms, or her figure and appearance.
Though she still occasionally acted scatterbrained like a boy.
But was there really no one else in the classroom?
There was clearly someone crouching under the podium desk.
Yet there was no way to inform Yuuma about this. Not to mention that if Asagi were exposed, there would be no way to explain it—even Asagi herself didn't want to be discovered by her.
In fact, upon hearing Yuuma speak, she deliberately leaned her body back even further.
Trying her best to hide her entire body under the podium.
Mahiro was terrified that Yuuma might suddenly head in their direction, exposing his hiding spot.
Meanwhile, Mahiro continued to ask calmly:
"By the way, Yuuma, aren't you supposed to be participating in the badminton doubles? Why did you suddenly come to the classroom?"
This was the second time he had asked this question, but the person he was addressing was entirely different.
"That's right, Father, don't worry. There's still about half an hour until the match."
Yuuma also had a bag in her hand, which undoubtedly contained badminton gear.
Seeing this, Mahiro's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He looked at Yuuma, who was neatly dressed in her sailor uniform, and tentatively asked:
"Yuuma, you're not here to change clothes too, are you?"
As soon as he said this, Mahiro gasped sharply.
Because someone had pinched his thigh hard—there was no need to guess who it was.
"Huh? How did you know that, Father? And why did you say 'too'?"
As mentioned before, Yuuma sometimes acted carefree like a boy, appearing adorably clueless, but at other times, she was surprisingly sharp, instantly picking up on subtle hints in conversations.
It was almost like a woman catching someone in the act, comparable to Sherlock Holmes!
But what could Mahiro do in such a situation?
He could only play dumb.
"Is that so? Maybe I misspoke."
"Really?"
Yuuma tilted her head in confusion, thought for a moment, and chose to believe him.
After all, it was something Father had said—why would she doubt it?
Then she continued:
"Because no one knows who has the key to the girls' locker room, and we can't get in right now, so I had to come back to the classroom to change."
Her answer was exactly the same as Asagi's.
But her tone was even more straightforward than Asagi's.
In his clear-headed state, he had almost guessed who was behind this.
Most likely, it was Asagi herself!
Though he didn't know what she was planning, Mahiro couldn't just expose her.
There was no need, and girls were sensitive about their pride. If he openly revealed the truth, where would she save face?
However, when Yuuma noticed that the glass panels on the front and back doors of the classroom were completely covered, she couldn't help but ask:
"By the way, Father, I noticed when I came in—why are the classroom door windows covered? Did someone come here earlier?"
"Ah, yes, Asagi was here earlier. She also came to change clothes and left after she was done."
"I see."
Yuuma believed him.
Mahiro also breathed a sigh of relief.
The key was mixing truth with lies to obscure the facts.
However.
Neither of them noticed that Mahiro's words were slightly inconsistent.
And as soon as he finished speaking, Yuuma began changing her clothes right in front of him!
Her slender fingers gently untied her necktie while loosening her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white collarbone that caught Mahiro's eye and made his breath hitch for a moment.
With Yuuma providing a visual impact above and Asagi offering tactile sensations below, this was almost too much to handle!
"I say, Yuuma, are you really planning to change clothes like this?"
"Yes, Father, don't worry. The windows are tightly covered, and I locked the door when I came in. No one will see."
Yuuma glanced at the door, a reassuring smile appearing on her face.
Is that really the issue?!
Before he could speak, Yuuma had already turned back to look at him and added:
"What are you so shy about, Father? You used to bathe with Yuuma all the time a few years ago."
"That was then, this is now!"
And most importantly, there's someone under the podium!
But clearly, Yuuma didn't pick up on his implied meaning at all. She didn't even acknowledge his words and continued with her actions.
She casually pulled off her top, revealing her beautiful, fair skin.
Hmm, she's developed quite well.
Then she tugged at the zipper on the back of her skirt, bending over slightly, and the blue skirt fell away like a ring of fabric.
Her ivory-straight, cool-white legs and the absolute territory were perfectly displayed.
She showed no shyness, only a faint blush on her cheeks as she placed her hands on her hips, as if presenting herself, and whispered softly, "If it's Father, it's okay."
Hiss—
Mahiro took another sharp breath, then quickly buried his head and muttered quietly:
"Do you have to be so ruthless?"
"Hmph, you scum!"
Under the podium, Asagi puffed out her pretty cheeks and turned her head away as if sulking.
But as she turned and leaned back, a bit too much was exposed. Combined with the faint fragrance of two different girls lingering in the air, even the battle-hardened Mahiro found it a bit
unbearable.
He quickly closed his eyes, gritting his teeth:
"What a disaster!!"
If the timing weren't so wrong, he really wanted to devour these two girls right then and there!
Seeing that he had quieted down, Asagi turned back and noticed he was tightly shutting his eyes.
She looked down at herself and accidentally caught sight of the gradually tightening pants,
At such a close distance, Asagi couldn't help but blush, turning her gaze away and letting out a soft scoff.
It's a bit... impressive, completely different from what's described online!
But inwardly, she was quite pleased.
This meant her charm still had an effect on Mahiro.
It was impossible to tell how long this hellish torment lasted. Only when Yuuma called out, "Father, I'm leaving now. Remember to come watch my match later," did the sound of
the classroom door opening and closing follow.
Mahiro lifted his head, relieved to find the classroom empty once again.
Asagi also crawled out from under the podium, her face flushed, taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her fair skin now tinged with a cherry-pink hue, covered in fine beads of sweat.
A strand of hair at her temple was already stuck to her cheek.
"So hot, so hot."
Asagi fanned herself with her delicate hands, then shot him a somewhat disdainful look.
"Hmph, you scum!"
"Wait, how am I a scum? You two came to the classroom to change clothes on your own, and you hid under the podium voluntarily. Besides, any normal man would react.
How is that my fault?"
Mahiro felt utterly wronged.
However, Asagi let out another light hum, took a towel from her bag to wipe the fragrant sweat from her body, and said softly:
"What about bathing with Yuuma?"
Completely unaware of how alluring her actions were,
"..."
Mahiro fell silent.
For a moment, he was speechless, unsure how to respond.
It was perfectly normal for a father to bathe his daughter or for a daughter to scrub her father's back.
Although, given his actual age and Yuuma's real age at the time, it was also appropriate.
But one looked like he was eighteen, and the other didn't match her actual age at all, making it seem highly inappropriate to outsiders.
He couldn't very well tell Asagi that Yuuma was actually an artificial human, cloned from Tokoyogi Aya's cellular genes, could he?
So it was better to remain silent.
Taking the blame wasn't such a big deal anyway.
Asagi didn't dwell on the matter either. As Yuuma's close friend, she was well aware of Yuuma's feelings for her father, Mahiro.
It was an endless adoration and affection, almost like that of a fervent devotee.
If Mahiro truly wanted to take Yuuma down, she likely wouldn't resist—she might even undress herself, lie on the bed, and strike a pose.
After all,
for Yuuma, Mahiro's existence was the light that illuminated her dark life.
Thus, Asagi didn't say much more, nor did she bother to cover up. Since she'd already been seen, she hurriedly changed into her competition outfit, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the classroom.
Once again, the classroom was empty. Breathing in the faint, lingering scent of the girls in the air, Mahiro propped his chin on his hand and gazed out the window at the azure sky, sighing to himself:
"What a mess..."